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dle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons, whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned —In good time.
Enter BEN vol.10 and Rom Eo.
Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish ; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish: Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. Ben. For what, I pray thee? Rom. For your broken shin. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad? Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is: Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd, and tormented, and—Good-e'en, good fellow. Serv, God gi’ good e'en-I pray, sir, can you read 2 Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. Serv. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book: But I pray, can you read any thing you see : Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the language. Serv. Ye say honestly; Rest you merry ! Rom. Stay, fellow ; I can read. . [Reads. Signior Martino, and his wife, and daughters;
County Anselme, and his beauteous sisters; The lady
widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and his lovely nieces; Mercutio, and his brother Valentine ; Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters; My fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena. - A fair assembly; [Gives back the Note.] Whither
should they come 2
Rom. Whither 2
Serv. To supper; to our house.
Rom. Whose house 2
Serv. My master's.
Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you that before.
Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking : My master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.* Rest you merry. [Eait.
Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; With all the admired beauties of Verona: Gothither; and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy Swan a crow.
Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires! And these, who, often drown'd, could never die,
Transparent hereticks, be burnt for liars One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun.
* We still say in cant language—to crack a bottle.
Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd 5 with herself in either eye: But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you, shining at this feast, And she shall scant" show well, that now shows best. Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. [Ereunt.
Enter Lady CAPULET and Nurse.
La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. Nurse. Now, by my maiden-head, at twelve year old,— I bade her come.—What, lamb! what, lady-bird!— God forbid!—where's this girl —what, Juliet !
Jul. How now, who calls 2
What is your will.”
5 Weigh’d. 6 Scarce, hardly.
Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age.
7 To my sorrow.
She could have run and waddled all about. For even the day before, she broke her brow : And then my husband—God be with his soul! 'A was a merry man;–took up the child: Yea, quoth he, dost thou fall upon thy face 2 Thou wilt fall backward, when thou hast more wit ; Wilt thou not, Jule? and by my holy-dam,' . The pretty wretch left crying, and said–Ay: To see now, how a jest shall come about ! I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, Inever should forget it; Wilt thou not Jule? quoth he: And, pretty fool, it stinted,” and said—Ay. La. Cap. Enough of this ; I pray thee, hold thy peace. Nurse. Yes, madam; Yet I cannot choose but - laugh, To think it should leave crying, and say—Ay: And yet, I warrant, it had upon it's brow A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone; A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly. Yea, quoth my husband, fall'st upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward, when thou com'st to age; Wilt thou not, Jule? it stinted, and said–Ay. Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. INurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace 13 Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd : An I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish. La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme
* Holy dame, i. e. the blessed virgin. * It stopped crying. 3 Favour.